somewhere in the emptiness of me

   a voice cries out

         in search of self

while wandering though the valley of need

   i wonder if i shall find

   all my tomorrows within

            a thought

            an image

            a remembrance

outside

   on the cover of the box

   i see the complete picture.

         only 5,000 more pieces to go

even if i were not able to see,

i think my hands would be

         capable of feeling complete

i think it’s about time

   to listen to that little voice

            within.

well i’ll be damned

it wasn’t crying

   it was laughing.